Food

I've learnt an important lesson. Eating well results in feeling well. Not eating well results in burping, farting and general gastrointestinal malaise.

Jez and I woke up at 11:00 this morning. We raided the kitchen for breakfast, but since there were no Coco Pops I wasn't interested in much else. In the end, I ate a couple of jersey caramels and drank a cup of sickly sweet Chinese coffee while Jez had a bowl of canned soup.

Understandably we were hungry soon afterwards. So I had another cup of sickly sweet Chinese coffee and Jez microwaved some zong-zi - those sticky rice parcels wrapped in banana leaf. It was a bit rich and the meat inside was F-grade.

Before coming to my house for dinner we stopped by at Burwood and bought a scoop of ice-cream each. Then we had dumplings for dinner. Now my stomach is trying to strangle itself.